Hollow twinkie

When i think of you it makes my heart ache,brake
like a steak
driven home

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
i am gone

but alas
it is not to be

brought back
as if by magic
i long
for your tender touch

gentle
sweet

i long
dream
hope
with you i am
invurlnrable

i laugh

the mere
thought
i could make you happy
laudable

but a man can dream
can he not

life is a dream
is it not

living life to the fullest
empty hollowness
is fine

but still
its missing
something

wheres the cream filling?
THATS IT!!!

Thats what im missing
the center for my
hollow heart
hollow soul

something
to fill
the abysmal
void

that grows ever
deeper
ever more
imposing
upon my life

i myself am
the empty
hollow twinkie

society has
cast aside

the leper
the hermit
the vagabon

wandering aimless
through meaningless
existance

always asking
wheres the cream filling

who will fill my hollow
heart
who will fill my
soul

will it be
you...

-hollow twinkie